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alwaysgreenclean · 3 months ago

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Understanding the Distinction Between Air Duct Cleaning and HVAC Maintenance

Air duct cleaning and HVAC maintenance are both essential services for ensuring the health and efficiency of your home’s heating, ventilation, and air conditioning system. While they are often confused or considered interchangeable, they serve distinct purposes. Understanding the differences can help you decide when and why to schedule each service.

What Is Air Duct Cleaning?

Air duct cleaning focuses specifically on the ductwork that circulates air throughout your home. Over time, these ducts collect dust, allergens, mold, and other debris, which can compromise indoor air quality and HVAC efficiency. Professional air duct cleaning removes these contaminants, ensuring clean airflow and a healthier living environment.

Key Features of Air Duct Cleaning

Removal of dust, dirt, and allergens from duct interiors

Elimination of mold and bacteria

Sanitization of air ducts to improve air quality

Cleaning of registers, grilles, and vent covers Air duct cleaning is primarily concerned with improving indoor air quality and maintaining a clean air distribution system.

What Is HVAC Maintenance?

HVAC maintenance encompasses the inspection, cleaning, and servicing of the entire heating and cooling system, including components like the furnace, air conditioner, and filters. Regular maintenance ensures that the system operates efficiently, prevents breakdowns, and extends the lifespan of your equipment.

Key Features of HVAC Maintenance

Inspection and cleaning of mechanical components, such as coils and fans

Replacement or cleaning of air filters

Checking refrigerant levels and inspecting for leaks

Ensuring proper thermostat operation and overall system functionality HVAC maintenance focuses on the mechanical health and performance of the entire system rather than just the air ducts.

Differences Between Air Duct Cleaning and HVAC Maintenance

Purpose

Air duct cleaning primarily targets air quality by removing debris and contaminants from ductwork. HVAC maintenance, on the other hand, ensures the efficient operation and longevity of the heating and cooling equipment.

Scope of Service

Air duct cleaning involves ducts, vents, and registers. HVAC maintenance addresses components like the furnace, air conditioner, and thermostats, in addition to inspecting the entire system for wear and tear.

Frequency

Air duct cleaning is typically recommended every 3–5 years, or more frequently if there are specific issues like mold or excessive dust. HVAC maintenance should be performed annually to ensure the system operates efficiently year-round.

How They Complement Each Other

While air duct cleaning and HVAC maintenance are distinct, they work together to improve overall system performance. Clean air ducts reduce strain on the HVAC system by allowing unrestricted airflow, while a well-maintained system ensures the air circulated through the ducts is properly conditioned.

When to Schedule Each Service

Consider scheduling air duct cleaning if you notice reduced air quality, increased dust, or unpleasant odors coming from the vents. Opt for HVAC maintenance annually, particularly before peak heating or cooling seasons, to ensure your system is running efficiently and safely.

Understanding the distinction between air duct cleaning and HVAC maintenance allows you to prioritize the right service at the right time. Both play an essential role in maintaining a healthy and efficient home environment. Combining these services as needed can ensure your HVAC system and air quality are always at their best. Schedule your air duct cleaning or HVAC maintenance today for a cleaner, more comfortable living space.

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purebreezeairductcleaners · 4 months ago

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The Role of Clean Air Ducts in Preventing Respiratory Infections

Maintaining clean air ducts is essential for promoting a healthy indoor environment and reducing the risk of respiratory infections. Air ducts can collect dust, mold spores, bacteria, and other contaminants that circulate throughout the home, potentially affecting the health of the occupants. In this article, we’ll explore how clean air ducts can help prevent respiratory infections and improve overall indoor air quality.

How Dirty Air Ducts Contribute to Respiratory Infections

Air ducts are responsible for distributing heated or cooled air throughout the home, but they can also become a source of airborne pollutants. Over time, dust, allergens, pet dander, mold, and even harmful bacteria can accumulate inside the ductwork. When the HVAC system is in operation, these contaminants can be released into the air, increasing the likelihood of respiratory issues. Inhaling these particles can irritate the respiratory system, weaken the immune response, and make individuals more susceptible to infections.

Benefits of Clean Air Ducts for Respiratory Health

Regularly cleaning air ducts can help reduce the risk of respiratory infections by improving indoor air quality. Here are some key benefits:

Reduces Exposure to Harmful Pathogens: Air ducts can harbor bacteria, viruses, and other microorganisms that may contribute to respiratory infections. Cleaning the ducts helps to eliminate these pathogens, making the indoor environment safer for everyone.

Minimizes Mold Growth: Moisture inside the air ducts can lead to mold growth, which releases spores into the air. Mold exposure can cause respiratory irritation and infections, especially for those with compromised immune systems. Keeping the ducts clean can prevent mold buildup and protect respiratory health.

Decreases Allergen Levels: Dust, pollen, and pet dander can exacerbate respiratory conditions and increase the risk of infections. Regular air duct cleaning helps to reduce the presence of these allergens, making it easier to breathe and lowering the chances of respiratory complications.

How Often Should Air Ducts Be Cleaned?

The frequency of air duct cleaning depends on various factors, including the number of people in the household, the presence of pets, and whether anyone has allergies or respiratory conditions. In general, it is recommended to clean the air ducts every 3 to 5 years. However, homes with more severe dust accumulation or mold issues may need more frequent cleaning to ensure optimal air quality.

Signs That Indicate Air Duct Cleaning is Necessary

There are certain signs that suggest it may be time to clean your air ducts:

Visible Mold or Mildew: If mold is seen inside or around the air ducts, cleaning is essential to prevent the spread of spores.

Frequent Respiratory Illnesses: If members of the household experience repeated respiratory infections, it may indicate poor indoor air quality due to dirty air ducts.

Excessive Dust and Debris: When dust accumulates quickly on surfaces, even with regular cleaning, it could be a sign that the air ducts are contributing to the problem.

Why Professional Air Duct Cleaning is Important

Professional air duct cleaning services use specialized equipment and techniques to thoroughly clean the ductwork and remove contaminants. This process ensures that allergens, mold spores, bacteria, and other harmful particles are effectively eliminated. While DIY cleaning methods may help with surface dust, they often do not reach deep into the ductwork where many contaminants reside.

Keeping air ducts clean is a proactive step in maintaining a healthy indoor environment and reducing the risk of respiratory infections. By improving air quality and removing harmful pollutants, regular air duct cleaning can help protect the respiratory health of everyone in the household. For the best results, consider scheduling a professional air duct cleaning service to ensure your ducts are thoroughly cleaned and your indoor air remains fresh and safe.

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party-snake · 6 months ago

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No refunds~

Sebastian x Fem! Reader

Minors DNI, This one's long but it does have smut in it. :)

Tw: Smut (obvi), crying, praise, slight degrading, cockwarming

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Being forced to kill The Saboteur was not the situation you would expect to find yourself in. To put it simply, Sebastian was a huge pain in the ass for everyone at Urbanshade. From causing the lockdown to releasing all those monsters. That's why you were sent down to kill him.

The higher ups had disguised you as a prisoner, yearning for her freedom. They said you were a convincing actor, thus was the perfect woman for the job. Only armed with a gun, you made your way through the facility.

'This thing can't be that hard to kill.' You made your way through the doors, each step nervous. Strangely, no monsters appeared to try and kill you. Not even those wall dwellers the prisoners described. To be honest, you kinda felt bad for them.

Trapped in an eternal damnation, dying an infinite number of times before they succeeded. Seemed like hell to you. And if you truely being honest, you didn't wanna kill Sebastian either. An innocent guy convicted and experimented on. You had to find a way out of this.

You approached door '053' sliding the thin blue keycard into the slot. It slid open with a beep, and a light illuminated a small vent on the wall. Walking a few steps in, it flew open and slid into the abyss. "Stranger, over here." A deep voice called out to you. This had to be your target.

Army crawling your way through the vent was uncomfortable to say the least. It made you claustrophobic with all the dust. It obviously hadn't been cleaned in a while. You crawled out the other side a got up, coughing and dusting off your pants.

"Ah, fresh meat. Welcome! My name is Sebastian. Don't worry i'm not going to hurt you." He flicked on his angler light and smiled down at you, clasping his hands together. "I'm here to help you acutally. I've set up a shop for you. You can just pick the items off my tail." He pointed to the large sacks strapped to his snake tail, "As long as you have enough data of course."

You unzipped your suit silently and pulled out a small file. He smile never fading. You looked down and flipped it open, holding it up so both the page and Sebastian were visible. Perfect match. You put the file back.

You sigh and grap at your gun holster, slipping the weapon out of it's holder and aiming right between his eyes. But he didn't flinch. "No need to be hostile friend. I'm here to help." Your hands seemed shakey, mostly from being nervous. "I'm sorry, I have to do this. They're making me."

He looked down at the gun. "Hm, those bastards finally want me dead, hm?" You nod slowly. "Let me guess," He clears his throat and says in his best announcer voice, "Failure to terminate the target will result in immediate execution. Correct?" You nod again, your shakey hands make the gun feel like it's made of lead.

"You can put that down. It's not going to do much." He leans down and moves your aim with a hand. You flinch, closing your eyes. "I'm not going to kill you. And you don't want to kill me, right?" You open your eyes and meet his. "No..." You mumble.

He chuckles, "No need to be so scared hun. I'm not going to hurt you." You lower the gun and put it back in it's holster. "There we go." Two hands wrap around your waist and lift you up, bringing you on his lap. He gently rubs your back, the action soothing you more than you care to admit.

You sniffle quietly as tears start coming. And once they come, they don't stop. You lean into his chest and just sob. "I'm just... so scared." You whimper out. He nods, listening silently. "I-I don't want to die. But I don't want to kill you either." He removes your diving kit, and uses a screw driver to deactivate your RGP device. A hand comes to hold you against his chest as he undos his belts holding his supplies.

"I'll find a way for us to survive. I promise. But you'll have to wait. Those assholes can't kill you." He holds the device in a claw and smirks. You return his smirk with a soft smile. His other hand comes up and wipes your tears away. "There's just one thing you have to do for me. Okay?" You nod.

"I need supplies to sell to prisoners. However it is... difficult, to get those supplies because of my size. I would like you to go out and collect those items for me." He then holds your chin in his hand. "If your lucky, you may get a reward." Blush creeps up your cheeks from you shoulders, and you look away.

"What about the monsters?" He frowns lightly "They don't attack me because I freed them. It doesn't help that your wearing a prison uniform." He taps a claw on his chin in thought. "How about you show them the card I used? I still have it." His hand digs into his coat pocket and fishes out the card. "They will think that you helped. And thus won't kill you. Sound fair?"

You stare at the keycard and nod. "Okay." You swing your legs over and hop of him. "Go get em' tiger." He chuckles. You smile and crawl out of the vent. Standing back up and looking at the keycard, you notice little specs of blood overlaying the gold. You grimice and wipe of the blood with your suit.

'What the hell happened here?'

Your suit allowed you to carry a multitude of stuff without slowing your movements. Your footsteps echo around the hall as you make your way back to Sebastian. The door opens and then you see it. A shark with hundreds of green eyes. It's pull is intoxicating, your head seems to move on it's own, forcing you to look at the shark and you panic.

The card. The card! You fumble for it, putting a hand over your eyes. The shark's smile is engraved in your brain. You fish in your pocket and pull it out, showing it to the shark. The pull stops as soon as it came.

Bit by bit, your hand comes away from your face. "Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were human. I thought you were here to hurt me again." A honey sweet voice rings out from beyond the glass. You gasp lightly. "I would never hurt you." The shark's smile widens.

"I like you. You are like Sebastian. Sorry for trying to hurt you." It's eyes scan over your features. "It's okay. What's your name?" You smile at her. "My name? I don't know... The scientists call me Eyefestation. You can call me that." You nod. "Okay. Bye." She smiles and swims away.

A shiver runs up your spine as you continue staring out the glass. Shaking your head and slapping your cheeks, you continue on back to Sebastian. Door '052' greets you in red writing and you smile, oddly looking foward to seeing the fish again.

You army crawl your way in the vent again and stand up, looking at his cyan eyes in the dark. "Ah. Your back. I was beginning to think you'd died or something." He pulls on the angler light, and it flickers on. It casts his face in a pretty warm glow, showing off his dark freckles.

You were basically gawking at him, looking over his pretty face. "You gonna get staring at me or are you going to show me what you got?" He chuckles. You shake your head again and empty your pockets of supplies. He peers down, crossing his arms. "Hm. Pretty good." You look up at him expectingly. "What, you want your reward?" He smiles, showing off his teeth.

You blush and look away, nodding slightly. He laughs. "Of course." Playfully rolling his eyes -at least to the best of his ability-. He gathers the supplies and places them on the shelves on the side of the room. "All right then. On your knees for me." You're taken aback slightly, but do as your told. "Good girl." He slithers behind you, putting a hand to your back and forcing you on all fours.

"Heh, you like this don't you? Dirty girl." You blush. The sound of rustling comes from behind you as he takes off his coat, folding it and laying it down infront of you. Your fingers brush over the leather and you smile faintly. "May I?" You feel his claw tap your suit.

"Mhm." You nod. "Good girl." He uses and hand to hold you flush against his pelvis, unzipping your suit. A white shirt and a bra lay underneath. He makes quick work of those, slipping off your shirt and unclipping your bra swiftly. His touch returns to your chest and he pinches your nipple, massaging your breast in his hand.

"Good girl." You whimper quietly and hold onto his arm. The heat from your cheeks spreads to between your legs. He leans you down on your arms, hand exploring your ass and clothed slit. "I need your permission sweetheart." He traces the elastic of your pants.

"Please." You whimper pathetically. "Such a good girl, begging for me." He pulls down your pants and underwear, letting them pool at your knees. He spreads open your folds and chuckles. "You really like this, hm?" You hide your face in your arms.

He smiles and starts rubbing your clit, circling the sensitive bud with a claw. Pleasure racks up your spine and you whimper. His touch is rough, pushing you into the floor. He slowly enters your hole, your walls clenching around him. "S-Seb." He groans. "Yes?" He draws out the word. "You like this?" You huff and moan into his jacket. a small 'mhm' is heard, muffled by the leather.

A second claw joins the first, and your back arches, your toes curling. Another hand grabs your waist as he speeds up his pace slightly. A knot forms in your belly, your moans becoming more audible to him. His pinky reaches lower and rubs your clit again, bringing you to your climax.

This one felt different however, more wet. You suddenly realized you were squirting on him. "You really must've liked that. Heh." He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks your slick off of them. "Delicious." He groans. He pant into the jacket and grip it tightly. "Tired already? We're not done sweetheart. After all... You did so good for me~"

You huff and he chuckles. His first hand retreats and is replaced by a writhing tentacle. He ruts against your clit and you whine. You feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans down, "You gonna take it like a good girl?" You nod. His cock adjusts, circling your hole. "Good girls get rewards."

He suddenly thrusts into you and your eyes roll back into your head. He spears you open on him, his other hand wraps around your chest and brings you flush to him. "Be nice and loud for me, okay?" He hilts inside of you and you whine. He pulls out slowly, the emptiness inside you slowly being filled by him. Just him.

His other hands come to the floor and he roughly thrusts back in, the lewd slap of his pelvis on your ass making you blush more. "There we go. Just let go for me, hm?" You moan pathetically into his grip. His cock hitting all the right spots inside of you. "So tight for me. All for me." He growls in your ear and you cry out.

Your slick coats him, making it easier for him to slide in and out of you. He groans, claws scrapping against the floor. His tail slaps against wall with a large thump. You look over but he redirects your gaze, using a hand to make you look at him. "Eyes on me sweetheart." He huffs out.

His cocks spurts a bit and you clench around him. "So good. Such a good girl." He rambles and trails down to your neck, biting down hard with his sharp teeth. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry. He pushes you back onto him roughly, his cock reaching the spot that makes you scream. Your orgasm washings over you with deafening force.

"Hn. Almost there. You're doing so good." Overstimulation crashing down on you suddenly and you fall limp onto the floor. He growls and pushes into you, filling you completely. It's quiet for a bit, the only sound being your whimpers and pants mixed with his.

He shifts a bit and rests against the wall, lifting you up and twisting you around. You're set down on his cock again and moan. "Seb-" He leans down and kisses you, his tongue filling your mouth. You moan against him and he pulls away. "Shh darling, no need to say anything." His signature smirk returns and you smile.

"There we go. Good girl." Exhaustion creeps up on you, sleep pulling you deep into it's clutches. "Sleepy? Go ahead." He grabs his jacket and lays it over you, the warmth pulling you into a deep sleep.

Raugh. Finally done. Sorry if it's shit. I'm tired. :P

#roblox pressure #sebastian solace #roblox pressure x reader #sebastian solace x reader #pressure sebastian x reader #smutshot #smutty fanfiction

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josies-eden · 12 days ago

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“You must stay.”

(Possessive?)Hwang In-ho x (fem)reader

~{ A oneshot where you were caught trying to escape during S2 after the cliffhanger. The Frontman, or In-ho, didn’t want you killed, so he had you subdued instead. Brought to him.}~

~{ ((A/N)) I know that there’s already a player 047, but just negate him. I chose my lucky numbers for this :3)) }~

♪♪ ~{Obstacle 2 - Interpol}~ ♪♪

~{No Y/N mention}~

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Coughing out the dust, you crawled through the vent, a loose screw with slash marks in it led you here. Someone must have attempted to leave in a past game, but you had definitely made it further along. The vents were banging around you loudly as you crawled, although you tried to stay as quiet as possible. Occasionally you came across vent openings beneath you, seeing guards and pink walls, along with a dark room with screens. Knees and elbows aching, you could only wish to find an exit.

Crawling along further, you saw into the mingle game. It made you want to throw up and cry at the same time. The dizzying lights, the crack of the poor man’s neck, and the sticky blood in the humid room. It was such a horrible experience. Tears pricking at your eyes, you scurried away, hoping to wash the memory of that from your mind.

Eventually though, you started an incline in the vents. Seemingly going up yet another level in this massive complex. You couldn’t remember how many inclines and declines have been at your knees but it was getting exhausting. You wondered how Gi-hun and Hyun-ju were holding up. You wondered if they knew you were gone yet. You wondered about Jung-bae and Young-il. About how they had moved on, how they were to never grace your eyes again. Trying to remove those thoughts and stay focused on your mission, you treaded forward, palms red and knees scratched.

On a turn left instead of right, you froze. A guard was standing outside the vent you were in, covering opened, and gun aimed inside. Scrambling the opposite way, your other exit was blocked too. The predicament bringing sweat to your palms, causing the dust to stick and cake. You felt like a deer in headlights.

Disgusting and horrified. It wasn’t long before you were surrendering, knowing that they’d just chase you through the vents.

A deafening shot rang out from your right, and the last thing you saw was the guard on the left reaching in to drag you out.

“Player 047 eliminated.”

In-ho stood, the freezing room housing no sound but clicks of the arcade machine shaped terminals. But when the announcement rang out, and your beautiful face cleared from the screen before him, he knew what happened. His radio went off, the head of security calling him to floor 6 to see the contestant. The man huffed to himself a sigh of relief and exited. Only thing heard were the clacks of his dress shoes.

When In-ho was under ‘Young-il,’ he had one mission. To interfere with Gi-hun, and to watch him suffer. He got what he wished for, but another thing was distracting him.

You.

You looked so pure to his old eyes. Wet lashes shining from tears, round cheeks and angel soft hair. You were near Gi-hun’s group, chatting with 390. It seemed the man was trying to cheer you up. Saying things like “What’s a pretty face like you doing here.” And “It’ll be alright.”. When In-ho approached, he was enamored. Shy face, trying to shrink into your track suit behind Jung-bae. He never thought you’d be brave enough to try and escape like this. The man thought about you day in and day out after that. His dreams were filled with your beautiful eyes. Angel like voice filling every one of his waking thoughts. He was enthralled with your perfection.

He dragged you into every room with him during mingle. Even though that snap of bone brought tears to your eyes, you knew it was for your shared survival. It was still horrifying seeing him work so strategically while killing, like the sweet man had done it thousands of times before. He helped you keep your focus during the pentalathon, even though you were on a different team, he was cheering you on. His eyes were always on you, and his words were always on your mind. He shared his food with you at every meal, and when there was gimbap, he hid his fork up your sleeve for extra protection.

In-ho was captivated. You reminded him too much of his late wife. The curve of your jaw, the hopeful look in your eyes, the way you picked at your nails. It was like she was back again. Every little detail and habit. And he was not about to let that go. When the rebellion started, he told you, “Under no conditions, are you to follow us.” And you obeyed. The man sighed, knowing that his ‘death’ would break you, but he had a plan to get you back. That was moot now, for your little escape plan interfered with his.

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Pain surged through your veins, shooting your tired mind awake. You massaged your neck, where most of the soreness originated from. Feeling ambitious, you press your fingers at the centre of your neck, and let out a low groan. Those bastards didn’t kill you. They want to torture you instead.

There were soft sheets beneath you, contrary to the rough ones of the dormitory, and you dared to open your eyes. It burned, but subsided quickly as you took in the world around you. Black geometrical walls, warm, golden light bouncing off certain parts. It was rich and fancy. But you looked down at yourself in comparison. The black comforter messily strewn out next to you. But there you were, alive. Seeing your body still dressed in that sweat soaked and bloody track suit made you want to throw up. Especially since it was clashing against these clean, fresh sheets.

The room was freezing cold, shivering from the low temp, wispy cool air surrounding you. Pulling up the blanket helped in no way, as you continued to shake. The dust from the vents still glued to your skin, a cold sweat awoke to loosen it. At this point, you didn’t care that the mess of your tracksuit and skin got on the sheets, it was one small way to get back at the people who made this stupid game. You shivered under the blanket, curling into yourself. Your knees being brought to your chest hit something plastic between your ankles, making you whimper at the slight sting.

An ankle monitor.

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In-ho heard your small noises from his sleek, leather chair, sipping his whiskey fresh out of the decanter. Sighing to himself, he set his crystal glass down with a clink before making his way to the locked door you hid behind. He made sure his mask was on, and opened the door. The man could hear the sad whimpering fleeting your lungs when he opened up to see you.

A little bunny, burrowing away in fear. You looked so helpless, so fragile. When you looked at him, In-ho could feel the terror rushing through your body. Didn’t you know this was for the best? For your own safety?

“Good morning.” In-ho started, approaching the little mound in the bed. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry?” He asked, modulator vibrating his neck as he spoke. You would figure out eventually who he was, but now was not the time. Oh how he just wanted to pounce onto you, show you that you’re his; but the more logical side of his brain held him back. One step at a time, he told himself.

You refused to acknowledge what he said, trembling in his pinning gaze. But feeling the twists of your stomach, you frowned. Shyly, you nodded.

“Now that you’re awake,” In-ho, or ‘The Frontman’ began; “In the bathroom right here is a pair of clean clothes and a shower. Please freshen up. Your food will be ready by the time you are dressed.” You looked at where he pointed, hidden in the geometric layout of the wall was a small, golden handle. The man before you nodded and left, allowing you privacy.

What…. The fuck. That man. Your captor. The room, the voice, the robe? What the fuck was going on. Were you still at the games? What the hell was all of that? You were horrified that he was going to come take you to a room worse than the one you laid in. Fearing something may happen if you didn’t obey his orders, you opened the bathroom door.

The countertops were sleek, gold gilded black granite with a golden faceted sink. The floors were solid hardwood and the whole room smelled like comfort. warm cinnamon and cranberry. As much as you hated it, it was comforting. There was a clean, folded pair of baby yellow silk pajamas on the counter, with a black towel alongside them.

Eventually peeling the disgusting clothes off, you threw them down the black laundry chute in the wall, listening to it thump down the vents, just as you did however long ago. Starting the water, it hissed at the perfect pressure, warming up slowly. You took the time to look at yourself in the mirror. Slick with sweat, covered in dust and dirt. Scars, scratches and gashes down every few inches of flesh. Your skin was pale and malnourished, heavy bags beneath your dull eyes, their usual bright life drained. It felt so gross looking in the mirror. A husk. But you had to clear your mind of it. The bath was calling.

In-ho was flipping an egg as he heard the shower start. Happily sighing. He knew from his infiltration time as ‘Young-il’ that you enjoyed eggs, he even gave you his early on with breakfast during the games; which were to end in a day. The man could only hope that you’d accustomed to your new life. Even though you had only been conscious for less than an hour. He plated your egg, starting to slice some fresh fruits as the rice steamed. There was a pot of jigae cooking slow next to him, preparing to give you a feast. You deserved to be treated like an angel, that’s what you were to him.

As he was transferring all of the fresh food to the bar in the kitchen, he overheard the shower shutting off. A few bangs of cabinets sounded through the walls, and he knew you were probably searching for the first aid kit. You were pretty badly hurt from mingle and red light green light, so he thought to go help.

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Knocking at the door awoke you from your trance. Underwear, bra and pants were on as you tried to fix yourself up. Whimpering as you padded towards the door to peek out, the same man who greeted you earlier stood. Without permission, he opened the door the rest of the way, letting himself in. He gestured for you to come over, holding sterile items from the kit.

“Come on over. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help.” He said in a flat tone. Something about it you could briefly recognize. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself. It was familiar. You couldn’t tell because of his identity concealers, but you knew this person. You obliged, feeling a little more comfortable, still uneasy because you couldn’t put your finger on who this man was. He gestured for you to sit on the counter.

You sat as he raised your arms, cleaning your wounds, dressing them with his gentle hands. He was too familiar, and you looked to the mask, trying to see through the mesh eyeholes to see the man you knew. You were broken from your staring when he lifted a pant leg, and started disinfecting a large gash. Tears filled your eyes from the stinging pain, and you held back a whimper. The man in front of you put his free hand on your back, rubbing in comforting circles. This was all too familiar. He wrapped your calf before backing off.

“You are all taken care of. Finish up and meet me just outside your room.” With your hair brushed and your shirt on, your took one last look at the ankle monitor before passing out to the door. The man stood there, his gaze focusing down to you as soon as you blessed his vision. “Follow me.”

Padding down the hallway, there were a few similar doors to your own, and the exact same geometric walls. It was a beautifully designed suite, but a cage is still a cage, no matter how pretty. He led you past a massive screen to a bar with a plate of seaming food and a bowl of fresh made jigae. Upon seeing this feast, your body caved and you realized just how hungry you were.

“You were only out for a day… I had my guards use special tranq darts just for you.” The man spoke at the opposite side of the bar from you, chuckling slightly to himself. He listed his mask slightly and ate bits of his own food. You scarfed down every last bite, grain and drop of your meal, leaving cleaned out dishes and you feeling full. “You don’t need to eat quickly, you will always have hot food available. No matter what.” The man before you spoke, his modulator being one of the last things keeping you from figuring out.

“Why….? Why me?” You croak, throat shot from the day without water and the tranq drying your throat. The masked man turned, grabbing you a crystal glass of ice water.

“I’ve seen you. I liked you. I’ve saved you. You are an angel.” He said, cut straight to his point. Behind the mask, In-ho wanted to spill out apology after apology. For not sweeping you out of the games earlier, for not protecting you enough, for not shielding your eyes and ears from the horrors of this place. Those heavenly eyes looked upon him, analyzing every single inch of his body. His mask. He felt as she could read every segment of his cells. And only she could do that. His late wife, god rest her soul, couldn’t make him feel like that. His angel blessed him with another. To keep him company. And he would not let this blessing slip through the holes of the game.

“Who are you?” You broke the frontman’s trance this time, and behind the mask, he stared.

“I’m guessing you have a clue, hm?” He teased, getting closer to see the fine details on your angelic face.

“I know you….” You said so quietly, it was practically to yourself. You analyzed closer, you could see the slight shape of eyes beneath the mask’s holes. The light giving you hints of this man. The sunken eyes, half lidded and calculating.

“Let me take you somewhere else.” Stopping your train of thought completely, leaving you on a blank. “Follow.” He commanded, leaving the kitchen in fast footsteps. You grabbed your crystal glass of water as the frontman led you to his screen, flicking on his prized jazz set. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair. You sat, the leather envelopes your skin comfortably and he hands you a throw blanket. A few clicks from behind you and now the massive screen was on. The games.

“What did you do to Young-il…. Jung-bae… what happened?!” You say, curling your knees to your chest as the screen showed the remaining players in the dormitory.

“Do you want me to show or tell you.”

“Show me…. I saw enough in the games…. I think- I think I can handle it…”

“Very well.”

The screen before you flicked to Jung-bae and Gi-hun captured before the man behind you. He went on a short speech about Gi-hun’s hero route. Before blowing out sweet Jung-bae’s heart. Eyes wide as Gi-hun sobbed over his best friend’s death, tears slipped down your face too. And In-ho saw those beautiful lashed eyes, plump blushed cheeks and your angel soft hair again.

“What about Young-il?” You whimpered, clutching yourself close.

In-ho debated for a moment. “He’s…. He died outside of camera view.” He walked further to your left, in your peripheral. “He lives on as someone else.” Now it was your chance to debate yourself. You wanted to sit and sob, or jump up and tear his mask off.

But he already did the latter. Your Young-il stood there beside you. Modulator gone, covering gone, eyes sunken further and hair slicked. This wasn’t your Young-il anymore. This wasn’t the kind man who gave you his food, who cheered for you, gave you comfort at night, and most importantly, saved your life. This was just a husk of that man. You wanted to hug him for some semblance of the past comfort he gave, but at the same time you stared, shocked at his actions. Jung-bae didn’t deserve that.

“I want to go home.” You sobbed out, unable to react to anything else.

“No.” He growled, hand placed on your nape, his thumb rubbing soft, comforting circles. Time completely contradicting his soft actions. “You must stay. You are my angel. Remember? You cannot leave me. I’m not letting something so pure leave my grasp again.”

You continued sobbing, confused by your own feelings, all you knew was these two drastically different men in one body. But you knew the loving, caring man more than this seemingly vile one. Giving into part of yourself, you turned, launching yourself into his arms, wailing.

“It’s okay, angel… come one, let’s go to bed. It’s been a hard day.” He said, you moan an agreement into his neck, muffled by the rough fabric of his robe. His hand on your back, he escorted you to the place you started the day. (Or night..?) “Stay. i will get changed. Get comfortable.” He ordered, sitting you onto the bed. You got under the new covers. He must’ve had someone replace them while you were eating. But he returned a few moments later. Turning down the chandelier’s light to a very dim glow, he laid down next to you.

“I will explain everything in the morning. Get some sleep, angel.” ‘Young-il’ said, scooting close to you, warming your back. It was like the night after the pentalathon; ‘Young-il’ held you, the soft glow of the piggy bank illuminating your faces as you shared comfort.

It felt almost as if you were back to that night.

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~{A/N - Yay!!! Another one :3 I saw you guys enjoyed the first fic I wrote so I wrote another :3 I posted these on AO3 too!!!}~

#hwang in ho x reader #young-il x reader #squid game x reader #squid game officer #squid game s2 #squid game front man #squid game gi hun #squid game season 2 #squid game #squid game jung bae #squid game young il #writers on tumblr

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love-and-war-on-cybertron · 1 month ago

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Optimus, of course, but I don't want to be a bad Autobot, but you got me hooked on waiting for part 2.

If I get smacked with the right muse this one may have a part three coming. This one is a little spicy. I think it's okay to post here. As always, everything I post is also posted on a03.

I'm calling this pseudo brat taming.

PT ONE

Frustrating PT TWO

"Remove your clothing..."

Prime's voice made the boards you stood on shake. Looking up at the Cybertronian, you take a moment to debate. Are you in danger? His engine was in a low but constant growl. shakey breaths let you taste the dust in the air, the smell of oil and ozone that tends to cling to his kind. Optimus has just commanded you to take your clothing off. Not asked, commanded. Another moment of hesitation and he ex-vents sharply.

"Did I stutter?"

"No." You aren't trying to sound like a smartass. Which is good, since you sound like a frightened kitten with that squeak of a response.

"Then do as you're told for once."

Oh, the way he growled makes you shiver in this warm barn. Glancing around, more for your nerves, you reach for the buttons of your shirt. Optimus backs away from the loft, pacing the cramped space of the barn. Optics unblinking on your slow movements to remove the shirt and pants. He's always insisted on you wearing utilitarian clothing when with them. Not cute or to your tastes. Just... serviceable. Left in a tank top and your undergarments, you put your arms around you.

"Did I say you could leave anything on?" He's on the far side of the barn, half turned away, half in shadow. How does he look so menacing? "You truly are incapable of following orders. Finish it, or I will."

Arms crossed, grabbing the edge of the tank, you pause. Meeting his Optics makes you think Twice. There is a rush to rid yourself of the meager bits of clothing you still have on. The wood is old, but not splintery under your feet. A small thing you are grateful for as you hold your arms around you. Bare before the spiders, termites and Optimus. He keeps a gaze on you, holding very still where he stands. Optics blazing a trail over your body. Metal clinks and his servos flex before he steps over. Even on the loft of the barn, he towers over you.

"Put your arms down."

"Prime-"

"Do not speak unless I ask you a question." His voice echoes in your chest, "Put. Your arms. Down."

A deep breath and you listen, still tense. Still unsure of just what was about to happen.

Optimus Pokes you in the chest, "When you got hit with shrapnel after I told you to stay hidden," It was a small scar, one you almost forgot about, but his touch... The living metal was warm, and despite all the edges that could make up a cybertronian, it left no mark of its own. With a single digit, he lifts your arm while a thumb runs along till it traces over a longer scar.

"When you were caught in the rubble after an attack... After you ignored retreat orders." He narrows his optics as he traces that scar another time. You look away. Your body feels hot where he caresses. Is it anger that makes him so warm?

"From when you tripped" a scar on your hip. An Embarrassing memory that he doesn't even have to word. You both know you had disregarded an order then too.

"From when the Deceptions captured you after you snuck into their transport." The ring around your ankle. That metal cuff had dug in deep. You couldn't even remember how long you had been a captive. You remembered him finding you. Covered in Energon and cradeling you close as he ripped the chain out of the wall.

Metallic fingertips graze the one down your back and you look to the side, It almost feels like he is cupping his servo around you. "From Lockdown..." It's your voice that speaks. Quietly admitting guilt.

"So you are aware how insubordinate you are." he huffs, pulling away. Your skin goosebumps. The warm air is cold after his touch.

"I'm sorry Prime, I-"

"No you're not." Servos brace on the loft, Optimus leans close. Face plates right Infront of you. Daring to meet his optics, he continues, "You continuously put yourself in danger, ignoring orders meant to keep you safe. Thrill junkie? I've seen enough of them in autobot ranks. The same thing always happens." He reaches out, pushing you down onto old sacks that are surprisingly comfortable. You try not to think about the dust. Or the fact he has you caged down with his servo. Leaning over you, "dead... I will not see the same happen to you, I will sate this need for thrills."

Optimus is a very large, very heavy, and very strong robot alien. You are a naked human. Bare of any sort of protection from him. As terrifying as it is, you can't help but think the reason your shaking isn't just fear. Not when your breath hitches as he runs a metal thumb over your skin, leaving fire in it's wake.

"I will teach you obedience." Optimus growls, "Get on your hands and knees, face away from me." He stands, servos by his side and despite leaving that small distance between you, it feels like he surrounds you. The energy he gave off, the command, the presence. Engine growling as you stare at him a moment too long. Hands and knees it is, awkwardly laid across dusty old sacks. Looking over your shoulder earns another engine growl.

"You will not look at me. you will not look anywhere but forward." Metal fingers pull you up from laying, "hands and knees I said. You will not lay. If you look away or lay down, we will start over."

"Start ov-" A sharp sting to your ass makes you yelp and look behind you. He had... he flicked you. He was ... Optimus was spanking you. His servo hovered behind you, optics narrowed.

"I will not warn you again. Turn around."

A small huff of laughter escapes you. The giant robot was flicking your ass to spank you.

"Do you find this comical?" Another, this one harder. Enough to jolt you forward.

"N-No Optimus."

"Good." another, this time across your thighs. It made you gasp and shiver as his giant thumb smooths over the skin for a moment. A flash of quick sharp pain, followed by the just too warm to be soothing, touch. His next strike wasn't as sharp, but a solid thump almost. You fell forward and he tuts, "Start over." Another while you're still down. It makes you squeal, legs kicking up.

"Start what over?" you question, trying to get back up, only to be pressed down so he can loom over you again. The air from his vents does nothing to cool you down.

"Can you not follow one rule?" The growl of his voice is backed by the engine and you feel it through the wood and in your body, "Hands and knees, stare forward and do not speak unless I ask you a question." Servo trailing down your body and you swear you feel his derma ghost along your skin. "Do you understand?"

"Yes... sir."

The growl becomes a purr and he moves away again. Only the sound of his internal systems, a faint buzz or whirr, letting you know he is still there. You steady your breathing, looking ahead. This was kind of intense, something you boasted about being able to take but could you? Another flick of his servo and you're struck across your ass and thighs by two digits. The metal would leave you unable to sit for a few days you were sure of it. Besides the yelp, you followed the rules, focusing on some mark in the wooden walls, gripping your fingers into the semi-soft sacks. Pain radiating from where it landed. Taking a deep breath, you ready yourself, and Optimus times it. Breathless, you cannot make a sound, but arch as that next one, a lighter smack, hits right between your legs. You might have moaned, but would that just make him start over? Was it the point of this, was he getting off? Was it just inter-galactic misunderstanding of professional discipline? Wouldn't be the first time you had to explain a porn concept was NOT to be an example.

Hot metal smooths down your back, a crooked digit rubbing against your bare cunt and- yeah, he had to be getting off on this.

"Perhaps if you learn your place, I may show you a reward." The tip presses between your lips and you whimper. "But not today." his touch is gone one moment and another strike before you can even register it. Another. Another. Some are light flicks that make you jump more from anticipation. Some are those same hard thumps that make you grit your teeth and try not to fall. Some hurt enough for you to cry out. Some between your legs making you want more as much as you want to beg him for respite.

Optimus lectures you between it all, reminding you how weak you are. How fragile. How precious.

"You will behave." Smack, "You will follow orders," Smack, "You will not endanger yourself." Smack.

Another and you let the tears spill, a cry tears from your throat to the tune of his name. Pleading. His digit tilts your chin, pulling your head back so he can see your face.

"Hush now," his tone is softer, followed by a tutting, "you earned this. Take your punishment and redeem yourself."

A hiccup and a nod from you before he releases you. The giant's touch trailling over your cheek and shoulder, down your back. A not-so-soothing pat to the tender skin of your backside. Optimus says nothing as you press your upper body to the sacks between you and the wood of the loft. He can grant you this without comment if it means you present yourself so willingly for the rest of the punishment. Metal digits flick against your skin, till he seems satisfied and your whimpers are enough to make him think you may have learned a lesson. The skin on your thighs and ass hurts like hell, but there is a different ache as well. One that makes your rub your thighs together even as you sniffle. Damn, would this make you behave, or act out more to get this kind of treatment?

Optimus drags you towards him, scoffing at how half-heartedly you grab at the sacks and how meekly you turn in his palm to look up at him. Doe-eyed and remorseful. A bit further than he meant to take this, but you had been frustrating him so much. All he wanted to do was protect you.

"There now... Have we learned our lesson?" You nod, sniffling. Thighs parted, you knew what you were doing. Based on the sound he made, you'd get a reward after all~

#optimus prime x human #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #valveplug #valveplug tag as a just in case

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showstopper35 · 1 year ago

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Hello! Do you still write for Tfp/Transformers Prime? If so, I have a request!

Maybe ‘cons reacting to reader dealing with a person that caused a lot of childhood trauma? If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore it!! I just am dealing with a person who wasn’t the greatest to me as a kid and would really like some headcanon comfort <3

again, feel free to ignore and remember to take care of yourself!

of course! thanks so much for the request, darlin’! I hope you are doing well and my DMs are open if you ever need to talk. 💛

Megatron

-He knows. He knows how it feels to be scorned in your youth. He knows how much you hurt. He also knows that he wouldn’t be the best at comforting you, so he provides a distraction. -Every time you come to him an anxious, frustrated mess because of them, he takes you to stargaze or to read or just sit on the top of the ship in peace. -Megatron entertains you will tales of when he was younger, fighting for the freedoms he still believes in. You know he’s been hurt too and there’s a comfort in knowing you both still are yet to move on from that past, and that’s okay. You’ll confront it when you are stronger.

Starscream

-He’s not…the best at comforting people. But he is angry. So angry. Why would anyone hurt you? Especially when you were so small? He’s felt small every day of his life, he can’t imagine what sort of monster does that to a sparkling.

-Honestly, he turns into an outlet for your rage. Want to scratch something up? He finds things for you to break, things for you to throw. It's not the most healthy, but when has anything he ever done been?

-When all your anger has been exhausted, he just sits with you. That helps more, and he knows that, but he won't say anything. And that's okay.

Knockout

-Out of all the cons I think he would be the most helpful. He pampers you, taking you on long drives and god-awful drive-in movies to distract you. He's also willing to just listen to you vent to him while he's working in the medbay.

-If the harmful person comes back, you can bet he's got his saw blade out and will not hesitate to bring them down. He provides you with a free escape ride if you are ever in an uncomfortable situation.

-He is always, always ready to shower you with compliments, especially when he picks up that you've had a bad day. And if you don't feel like telling him what's going on, he will distract you with the randomest stories about himself. It always makes you laugh.

Breakdown

-You better believe that this guy's got hugs for days for you. After many, many, many threats to whomever is hurting you, he sits with you and listens to you vent.

-His attempts at reassuring comments aren't the best, but he tries. He'd much rather go pound the jerk to dust, though.

-He somehow smuggles a shitload of chocolate and ice cream up to the Nemesis for you. Most of the ice cream melts before you can eat it, but it is still delicious.

Arachnid

-The person who is hurting you is never seen or heard from again :)

-You don't mention it and neither does she.

Soundwave

-You better believe that you will never go anywhere near your abuser again. He keeps tabs on them, removing you from anywhere within a 5-mile radius of them. If you do happen to meet them, he is sending Laserbeak and they have roasted limbs from lasers.

-Records everything you say they did and privately keeps it just in case. Not to blackmail them or to send them to the police, of course.

-Lets you play with Laserbeak and pulls up comforting and funny videos to watch with you. He is as silent as ever, but that doesn't change the fact that he cares about you.

Dreadwing

-He pretty much becomes your personal bodyguard. It's a little strange at first, but you get used to his presence and sweet insistence in accompanying you everywhere, especially if you encounter your abuser.

-You can bet that if anything ever happens again with that person, they will go down in a firey explosion orchestrated by his own hand.

-Sucks at speaking to you (about anything, really. he's so stiff.), but when he cleans his weapons, he is happy to listen to you.

Shockwave

-Ah yes, Mr. no emotions. He tries...I think. He'd rather give you some weapon of mass destruction than listen to you detail all of your abuse. I mean, it's a solution, I guess.

-He makes you watch the seekers to learn self-defense and also read some Cybertronian literature on battle tactics.

-At least you can punch now and use poisons?

Predaking

-After learning what had happened to you, he refuses to let you leave his side for weeks. He cares for you and distracts you by terrorizing Starscream on the ship.

-Eventually, though, he accompanies you to meet with the abuser. You talk with them for a bit before he comes crashing down in his dragon form, scaring them into oblivion.

-It felt really good.

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sixknight · 16 days ago

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Vent fic bc I was all up in my head last night.

"Hey, human? You in there?" Mammon knocks on the bathroom door a few times, but not loudly, like he normally would. It's a gentle knock, accompanied by a gentle tone, "Ya been in the shower over an hour now. Do I gotta come getcha or something?"

There's a long pause.

“The door is unlocked.” You reply, “You can come in. The shower door is closed.”

Mammon seems surprised by your answer, but slowly turns the knob. The faint sound of the shower raining down on you gets louder as he opens the door and steam from the room hits his face. He steps into the bathroom, the mirror and shower door are both foggy from the hot water, mostly hiding your silhouette, but he can tell you're sitting on the shower floor with your back to the showerhead.

“Human… you ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Don't lie to me… we both know you're a terrible liar.”

You stay silent for a brief moment, “I don't get how you guys do it…” You finally speak.

“Do what?” He asks.

“All of it. Everything.”

He stares at the foggy shower door, still not quite understanding what you mean.

“You go to RAD, you work part-time jobs, and you go out and enjoy the day. All of that was hard enough for me back on Earth, but here? It's damn near impossible!”

He leans against the sink, “You sayin’ this is too much for you?”

“Yes.”

“Ha! I figured a regular human would crack eventually.” He smirks.

“Mammon I'm not exactly a regular human…”

“Whatcha mean by that?”

“Mammon I'm disabled.”

His smirk falls, “Huh? Wait… you are? What the hell?! Why didn't you mention this before? Does Lucifer know?”

“I don't know. And I didn't mention it because…”You stop suddenly.

“Because?” He raises a brow.

“Because it's easier for people to think you're just useless because you're lazy… it comes with less pity.” You say, disdain dripping in your tone.

Have people told you that? That you're useless? That you're a pitiful creature because of something you can't help?

“Hey!” He shouts, banging a fist on the shower door causing you to startle, “Do not talk about yourself like that, ok?” His lips are pressed into a thin line. Is that how you view yourself? That's bullshit! You're not useless! Not to him. Not to any of the brothers. His fist slowly lays flat out on the door as he presses his palm against it, “Do you really think if any of that were true that The Great Mammon would bother watchin’ over you?” He says with a slight blush.

You look up at Mammon's hand splayed firmly on the glass. You start to slowly get up and press your hand against it on the other side, “Hey Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” You speak softly.

“Tch, don't think anything of it. I'm just lettin’ you know the truth. You're not a useless human just cause you can't do some things some other humans can. No one in this house would dare to think that about my human!” He removes his hand, a blush still dusting his cheeks as he sees your hand against the glass too. As you start to remove your own hand his cheeks grow redder as the handprints have wiped some of the fog and he can see your face looking back at him while you're absolutely drenched.

And… naked…

His eyes wander for a split second before going back to your face. He turns his head away and raises a hand to shield his face, “Ah! I didn't see anything!” He says almost too quickly.

“Haha. It's alright Mammon, I trust you. I know you're not gonna make this weird like Asmo would.”

His blushing only gets worse. You… trust him? He smiles faintly at that thought. His human actually trusts him. He's ecstatic! He glanced back over, “Yeah? I-I mean yeah! Of course I'm not gonna be weird. Uh… anyway, you almost done in there? Lucifer's gonna have a cow if you raise the water bill all by yourself in there.”

“Yeah, I'm done. I already washed off… I just needed to have the hot water on me for a while is all. Eases the pain a little.”

He walks over to the towel rack and grabs you a couple of towels as he hears you turning the water off. “Hey. Slide the door open a little bit and I'll hand you some towels.”

“Ok.” You slide the door just a crack and reach your arm out. He hands you the towels, looking away with red dusted cheeks. You wrap a towel around your body, then place the other on your head to dry your hair. You open the door all the way and step out to see Mammon at the bathroom door with his arms crossed and his back to you.

“You're gonna tell me all the details of your disability tonight! The Great Mammon needs to know these things so he can make sure ya stay alive for the whole year ya know!?” He huffs, trying to hide the fact that he actually cares and wants to help make accommodations for you to the best of his ability.

You nod, “Ok, I'll tell you. It might make things easier here too. I mean… you guys seem pretty lost on what an abled human can handle.” You laugh.

“Hey! We're learning here!” He huffs again.

“I know.” You smile and place a hand on his back and pat it, sending a shiver down his body, “Thanks Mammon.”

“... Don't mention it.” He smiles.

#Obey Me #Obey Me Mammon #Mammon x Reader #Mammon/Reader #OM Mammon #fanfic #diasbled reader #vent fic #fluff #comfort

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darkpetal16 · 7 months ago

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Hi!! Can we get some headcanons with Wingding from Siren Call? I swear to god, it's #1 husband in this entire world, i love him sm 😭😭

Of course!

He’s introverted and feels uncomfortable around humans and monsters. If he can avoid directly socializing with someone, he will.

When he is forced into interaction he thinks he’s awkward, but he comes across as cold (due to his manner) and intimidating (due to his appearance). He’s not used to people wanting to engage with him after their first conversation with him. . . So anyone who actively seeks him out for more conversation with leave him gobsmacked and flustered.

He loves to learn. It doesn’t matter what the topic is, he genuinely enjoys obtaining information. If there’s something you love to chat about that he doesn’t know, he will eagerly listen to every bit of knowledge you have.

He also enjoys sharing his knowledge. If there’s something you want to know that he can explain, he’ll be happy to teach you. For example: if you don’t know how to sign, and he likes you well enough, he’ll dedicate weekends to tutoring you.

Touch starved in a way that he doesn’t even realize it. It’s been. . . A very long time since he’s let down his guard enough to let someone touch him. But once you’re in that trusted circle, he’ll be craving your touch constantly. Even if it’s not a conscious action or thought for a long time.

Hyperfixates. If in a romantic relationship with him, that hyperfixates will be zeroed in on you. He doesn’t want to control you, but he does want to know every little detail about you and keep you safe.

He will prioritize safety over happiness for someone he is courting. This does mean if he views someone or something in your life as a threat to your well being, he will remove it. Even if it means you’ll resent him for it later.

Once through the awkward phase, he’s a gentleman to his partner. Because of his fixation on you, he becomes very aware of your moods and will adapt your time spent together accordingly. Feeling low energy? That’s ok, you can stay in and the two of you can binge watch a series together. Feeling grumpy and need to vent? That’s ok, he’ll be happy to listen. Feeling sociable and want to go out? He can take you dancing—just don’t expect him to talk to anyone besides you.

He’ll open doors for you, cook for/with you, fold laundry with you, dust those hard to reach places for you, etc.

While he’s lived among humans and monsters long enough to understand basic courting etiquette. . . He’s still a predator. He’ll slip up and try to occasionally court you as a siren would. This does mean that when he accidentally sings to you he’ll unintentionally put you into a trance. He’ll be deeply apologetic about it afterward though!

If you are okay with his broken voice, and perhaps struggle to sleep, once far enough into the courtship he’ll be okay to sing you to sleep. The slumber caused by his singing is. . . Unlike anything a human or monster could experience. It’s deep without being suffocating; peaceful without apprehension; restful without worrying about aches and pains when you awaken.

If set in the same timeline as the game he will expect you to get along with his adopted child. That’s non negotiable. He is okay if you want to be difficult with Sans though. In fact, if you bully tease the orca siren he’d be tickled pink with glee.

MASTERLIST

#undertale #undertale au #siren #Wingding #gaster #x wingding #x reader #interactive fiction #siren call #x you #reader insert #hc #headcanon

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starimusprime · 5 months ago

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Caught

An OpLita fanfic 💜

Word count: 2,432 Continuity: TF: One

Summary: Optimus takes Elita to see the Hall of Records. They kiss. They kiss a lot.

❗️CONTAINS BIG TF ONE SPOILERS❗️

As the two walk with languid strides through the lit archives of the Hall of Records, Optimus occasionally stops to point out his favorite sections or where he had almost been caught by the guards when he was Orion.

They round a corner and he pauses, glancing back at Elita with a soft chuckle as he gestures to a bot-sized grate at the end of the aisle of shelves.

“The last time I came here, I busted through that grate with a security drone in my servos and almost died.”

"I remember hearing about that incident," Elita says. "You were always one for the dramatic exits, Orion."

“Hah. And entrances,” he adds.

A soft smile graces his face as he recalls who he had been not even a quartex ago. Hearing his old name…it doesn’t feel like it’s no longer his name. He’s still getting used to being called Optimus, not to mention Prime.

"And how many times did D-16 have to bail you out of trouble?" she asks playfully, walking closer to him.

He stops mid-stride, his gaze falling to the floor. He takes a deep breath.

“Please, Elita,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to talk about D…”

She steps closer and places a gentle servo on his arm. “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned him... Are you okay?"

Optimus vents. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

“No,” he admits. He then looks at her with a gentle smile. “But I will be.”

Elita nods understandingly, her optics softening. "Let's talk about something else, then."

He nods back. His optics return to their usual brightness and he beckons her to follow him down one of the aisles. They come to a junction with a holovid table in the center. He walks over to a shelf and picks up a holovid drive, blowing the dust off of it as he returns to the table.

“This is an old favorite of mine,” the Prime explains before gently inserting it into the table’s drive slot.

Elita watches with curiosity as he activates the table, a holographic projection springing to life in the air above it. The image is grainy but powerful: two colossal figures locked in combat, one radiant with light, the other shrouded in shadow.

A narrator’s voice emanates from the table, recounting the legendary tale as the projections of Primus the Creator and Unicron the Destroyer fight each other. Unicron desired full power over the universe, while Primus believed that balance was essential. Optimus’ optics glow a little brighter as he allows himself to be immersed in the story of Primus becoming Cybertron.

Elita watches the ancient battle play out in awe. The story is told to every Cybertronian when they are forged, so she knows the tale by spark, but there is something about seeing it play out before her that makes her spark thrum stronger. She glances at Optimus, his new, yet familiar frame reflecting the light from the holographic projection.

The holovid comes to an end and he removes it from the play slot.

“I would always watch it when I saw it,” he says as he returns it to its shelf. “It gave me great inspiration for what I still believe in.”

"The balance," she agrees, nodding her helm slightly. "You've always had a strong sense of justice."

Optimus turns to her with a gentle smile. “Yes…although, it seems it’s too strong for my own good sometimes.”

"I think it's your biggest strength," Elita says, her optics searching his. "And it's what makes you a great leader."

His optics widen slightly and his smile fades. “But I’ve only been Prime for a quartex… I still have so much to learn about what makes a good leader.”

She steps closer, her servo resting gently on his arm. “You’re doing great, Optimus. You’re still the same Orion I knew, just with a little extra wisdom now. And a really cool new name.”

Her touch is unexpectedly soothing, but Optimus shies away from her optics. He can feel his spark thrumming in his chassis, threatening to remind him of the sight of D-16's enraged face when he took the killing blow for Sentinel Prime.

“Thank you… You have also done well as my commander so far. I'm glad I chose you to be by my side."

"You've always had a knack for making the right decisions, even if you do execute them in stupid ways sometimes," Elita says with a playful smile. She takes a step back to give him space. "But tell me, how are you really feeling? This is a lot to handle in such a short amount of time."

He shakes his helm. “I am recovering. Slowly, but…I am. My frame still aches from the reformat, but it’s getting better.”

She looks at him with concern. “And…emotionally?”

He vents and shifts his weight on his peds. “I’d really prefer not to talk about it right now. I’m sorry.”

"You don't have to be sorry," Elita says softly. "We all have our burdens. I just want you to know I’m here if you ever want to share yours."

He nods, his smile returning. “Thank you. I do appreciate it.”

They resume walking through the archives, Optimus leading Elita through the maze with such efficiency that one might have thought he had worked there.

As they stroll, Elita can’t help but notice how the light from the archives' dim lights dances across the Prime’s red and blue armor.

“So, uh," she says with a teasing lilt, "have you ever been in love?”

He nearly trips on his own ped. His battle mask snaps over his lower face, and it takes him a second to realize it’s his new frame’s automatic response to his own face heating up. He tries his best not to show that her question has caught him off-guard, but he isn’t confident that it works.

“Uh…um…no, I don’t think I’ve been in love…before.”

Elita’s smile widens, and she lets out a light laugh. “Oh, come on, Optimus. Surely a scrappy mech like you had at least one lover?”

She playfully nudges his servo with her own, her armor brushing against his.

Optimus feels his blush deepen and he tilts his helm up slightly, trying to hide it from her prying optics. “No, I…I’ve never had that. No one ever found me attractive in that way.”

She chuckles lightly, her optic sparkling with mischief. "I find that hard to believe. You've always had a certain charm to you, even as the annoying, foolhardy miner you were. And now, as Prime, some say you’re quite the optic candy."

His engine sputters at that and he stops, looking down at her with wide optics. “Wh…what?”

Elita laughs. “You really don’t know, do you?”

He’s quiet for a long moment. He shakes his helm, his spark thrumming hard in his chassis.

“Don’t know what?”

She steps closer to him, her gaze unwavering. “The way you blush so adorably when you’re flustered. It’s charming, really."

Static gets caught in his vocalizer and he resets it, offering a nervous smile that he forgets she can’t see with his mask in the way. “You really…think I’m charming? You aren’t just trying to make me feel better?”

Her optics widen, then glow brighter with adoration. She brings her servo up to gently stroke the side of Optimus’ smooth, angular battle mask.

"I wouldn't say something like that unless I meant it," she says gently.

“Elita…I…” He takes a deep breath, then wills his battle mask to disengage. It retracts with a series of clicks, fully revealing the soft blue glow under his optics. “I don’t know what to say. I…I never thought this would be…mutual…”

"I know we've both been through a lot lately, but I think we could use a moment to just...be ourselves." She reaches up to caress his cheek with her servo. "I've had feelings for you for a little while now."

His spark skips a thrum. “…you have?”

Elita nods, her gaze locked with his. “I have. Since before your transformation. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Optimus finally lets his optics meet hers again. After a long, tense moment of silence, he slowly lifts his own servo, hesitantly sliding his digits up her jaw. His servo stops at the side of her neck, just under her audio receptor.

“Elita…”

She leans into his touch. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I needed you to know how I feel.”

He lets out a shaky breath. So much has happened in quick succession over the past two quartex, but this…this is all he can focus on. It’s time.

“I have been in love with you since the solar cycle you became my mining captain, Elita,” he confesses quietly.

She stands frozen for a moment, processing his words. Then she leans in, her servo sliding behind his neck to pull him closer.

He feels her warmth as she presses into him, his spark fluttering and engine purring. This is what Orion had always hoped for, but he had never dared to believe it could ever be real. He lets her pull him down to her, his own servos trembling as he cups her helm and tilts his. Optics closed, he gently kisses her lips, ever cautious with this act that's so brand new to him.

Elita’ optics close and she kisses him back just as gently. Her servo slides from his neck to his back, drawing him closer as she melts into his tender embrace.

His servo lingers at the side of her neck, feeling the quick pulse of her spark in her fuel line as he kisses her more deeply. His other servo drifts downward and he wraps his arm around her waist, holding her close as if he's afraid she might vanish into thin air.

Elita's other servo moves to the side of his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek. His inexperience is palpable, but the way he holds her, the urgency in his kiss, speaks volumes.

Optimus pulls away just enough to breathe out, “I’ve wanted you for so long,” then kisses her more passionately, leaning into her.

Elita giggles softly at his eagerness, reaching her servo up to gently caress one of the two finials on his helm, her touch light and exploratory.

The sudden contact on his finial makes him jerk his helm away with a gasp.

“Oh, careful…” Optimus chuckles sheepishly as he tentatively rubs his overstimulated finial. “Sorry. These are still quite sensitive…”

She pulls back, looking slightly apologetic, but her gaze lingers on the prominent new pieces on his helm.

"They're cute," Elita purrs.

His blush deepens at the compliment and he smiles, shyly lowering his helm back down toward hers with a nod.

“It’s okay, you can touch them. I was just…startled.”

She laughs softly, a warm sound that fills the coldly lit metal hallway. "You're so cute when you're flustered."

She leans in and places a gentle kiss on his finial, pulling back with a curious glint in her optics.

The Prime’s optics widen at the unexpected gesture. He smiles at her, his engine purring from the gentle contact.

“What was that for?”

"They're part of you now,” she says. “I just wanted to...welcome them."

Optimus chuckles softly. “I’m sure my finials appreciate your welcome.”

He pauses, his processor lagging with the reality of the situation. Him…Elita…in the Hall of Records…alone. Flirting. Kissing. It sounds fictitious.

He resets his vocalizer again and quietly asks, “May I…kiss you more?”

She grins and nods, leaning into him as her engine purrs louder. “Please do.”

With a low rumble in his chassis, he wraps his arms around her waist and leans in to kiss her again. This time, a little more familiar with the act, he’s regained some of his old Orion Pax confidence. He kisses her deeply, pressing against her until her back meets one of the shelving units. The datapads on the shelves rattle from the light impact and one clatters to the floor, but he simply nudges it out of the way with his ped.

Elita giggles at the way he keeps his attention on her. She wraps her arms around his neck, her digits tracing the subtle grooves in his helm.

“Orion...” she purrs softly between kisses.

Optimus feels alive in a way he never has in his life. Not when he was mining. Not when he was scaling buildings. Not when he was sliding down them. Not when he was getting caught by the authorities. Nothing compares to Elita.

The weight of his new title feels momentarily lifted as he’s just Orion again, finally holding the femme he’s always loved. His servos trace the smooth contours of her armor, savoring every inch of her, as his kisses grow bolder.

Elita cautiously begins to run her servos over his chassis, exploring his new form with an eager yet respectful curiosity.

The Prime feels a warmth spread through his entire being as Elita’s servos caress his new frame. For a moment, he’s lost in the feeling of her against him, the scent of her armor, the soft sounds of their servos sliding over each other’s armor.

The clearing of a vocalizer snaps Optimus into fight or flight, his powerful engine revving and armor flaring as he turns away from Elita. It’s Jazz, the smaller silver and black bot leaning against the wall with a slag-eating grin on his face. Optimus’ thoughts scatter.

"Jazz," he stammers, "I...uh...we were...just...inspecting the archives for any signs of structural damage. Yes."

Elita's laughter rings through the hallway, a light, melodious sound that fills the space with warmth. She steps back from Optimus, her own cheeks a soft shade of blue.

"Okay, you caught us," she says, her voice playfully chiding. "Couldn't you see we were busy?"

She crosses her servos in front of her chassis, trying to compose herself. She glances at Optimus, the amusement in her gaze purely affectionate. The sight of his flustered state is adorable and somehow comforting, reminding her of the Orion she knew before he became Prime.

"Ah, I see. Structural inspection, huh?" Jazz winks at Elita, his optics shifting between the two of them. "I can't say I've ever tried that particular method before, but to each their own, right? But, as delightful as this is, Prime, we do have some serious business to attend to."

Jazz holds up a data pad, at which Optimus lets out a heavy vent before gesturing for Jazz to enlighten them.

#transformers #maccadam #optimus prime #elita one #transformers one #tf one #orion pax #oplita #tf one optimus prime #tf one spoilers #transformers one spoilers #spoilers #omg they kiss for so long how did i do that

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fizziepopangel · 2 months ago

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Chronically Ill Charlie

Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm back with another installment of the chronically ill hazbin headcanons! Much like my Chronically Ill Angel Dust headcanons, this is lowkey a self serving way to vent about my own messed up headaches, so if these symptoms feel oddly specific or don't seem to make sense together, I totally get it (I've been dealing with it for close to 3 years now and I still understand it). Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys! And let me know about any other chronic illnesses you might wanna see next! -Fizzie❤️

Charlie’s chronic illness began shortly after she began dating Vaggie.

It started slowly. Just a headache here and there, but she had remembered her mom getting migraines from time to time, so she took something that was roughly the equivalent of an adult dose of advil and moved on.

After nearly 8 or 9 months, it became clear that the headaches Charlie was getting weren’t migraines. They didn’t come with a sensitivity to light or sound or even movement, she didn’t get nauseous or vomit, they didn’t come with auras or anything… They just sort of happened.

It would be Vaggie’s idea to start a journal to detail all of Charlie’s headaches so they could try to see if there were any patterns or maybe triggers that they could remove.

Despite the headaches having started out as a minor annoyance that happened maybe a couple of times a week, they would change in frequency and grow more painful as time went on to the point where it seemed like Charlie was getting different types of headaches multiple times a week.

She never really knew when a headache would happen or how long it would last, or how bad it would be. Some days she’d wake up with a throbbing headache that lasted all day, other days she’d have ice pick headaches that seemed to jab her brain for a few moments before disappearing, other days the pain would only be on one side of her head or behind her eyes, and other days she’d feel fine.

Sometimes they were quick, stabbing ice pick headaches that struck out of nowhere, sometimes she’s wake up with an indescribable throbbing in her skull, sometimes these mystery headaches would only be made worse with movement but seemed to almost disappear when she stayed perfectly still, sometimes they made her vision fuzzy or caused dizzy spells. With all these symptoms popping up at random, Charlie calls it a personal hell.

There were so many doctor visits…. But no real answers, with most doctors telling her she was suffering from migraines and telling her rest and pain meds was the way to go.

After doing what most people do when they get sick and looking up her symptoms online, Vaggie would find her girlfriend sobbing in their bedroom because the internet told her she basically had a week to live.

Vaggie watched the slow deterioration of her girlfriend’s health as the unexplained headaches worsened for months at this point, but seeing Charlie this miserable and afraid of what was happening to her was the last straw for her. They went back to the doctors and Vaggie did indeed threaten them until they ran every test imaginable.

When the tests all came back normal, Charlie was pretty discouraged. It had been months of varying amounts of pain, and doctor after doctor poking and prodding her for test after test just to tell her she was fine, but she knew she wasn’t.

In the midst of a break in the headaches that had lasted close to 2 weeks, Charlie came up with her redemption idea.

When she actually founded Hazbin Hotel, Vaggie was worried that the stress of the project would act as a trigger, but in true Charlie fashion, the princess refused to let the headaches permanently stop her from doing anything.

Although Vaggie had been worried, the hotel and her friendships with the others living in it seemed to help tremendously because, while it didn’t stop the pain or make the headaches less frequent, she had a larger support system to lean on when a headache did hit.

Alastor’s shadow often brings Charlie her medications…. Vaggie doesn’t enjoy this because the shadow seems to just appear at the mention of Charlie having a headache, bottle of pills in hand, as if he had been watching them….

Angel Dust would offer Fat Nuggets as a snuggle buddy when the headaches seemed to take more of a toll on her than normal.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Husk would act quite fatherly when he learned about the headaches. He’d worry and fuss over Charlie, but in a way where it looks like he’s trying to act like he doesn’t care even though everyone knows he cares.

Lucifer would have mad respect for Husk for caring for his daughter like that…. He would also try over-compensating a little when he did come back into the picture.Charlie doesn’t want to tell him when he’s doing too much, especially when she has her more severe headache days… Vaggie will. Though it scared her at first, she’d do anything for Charlie and Lucifer respects her for it.

Whenever Charlie has a particularly bad headache day, Sir Pentious, the gentleman he is, sends his egg bois to help her do tasks that are difficult on high pain days or act as guides to help her to her room when the headaches cause the occasional dizzy spell. They’re actually quite helpful.

Not knowing her all that well and being caught off guard when she found herself alone with the princess when a particularly bad headache left her in tears, Cherri Bomb would go out and buy her a small get well soon teddy. Charlie named him “Boo Bear” and this has become one of her 4 comfort items.

Going into her full demon form uses a lot of energy and often times the strenuous task results in a headache.

During the battle at the hotel and the rebuilding of the hotel, Charlie fought through her headaches, but had a horrible headache flare afterwards.

Although it doesn’t help much, Charlie likes when Vaggie massages her temples.

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mouseycometz · 5 months ago

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6 for Earthspark!Starscream/Piper :3

#6 - "A sigh of relief."

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Catwalks

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 865

As Starscream arrived at the old warehouse that was surrounded by a worn blacktop, he frowned. Unimpressed by the location in the forest, his blue optics peered closely at the woman below him.

“Hashtag put you up to this, didn’t she?”

Piper said nothing but shrugged, flipping her long, black hair over her shoulders. As she turned, the mech caught a glimpse of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. It only confirmed his suspicions. Starscream could use a “spa day”, he supposed. After all, he was imprisoned for so long previously. What could be the harm in enjoying the occasional wash?

As the human approached the dilapidated doors, she opened them with his help. Once inside the warehouse, she flipped a switch on a power cord criss crossing the floor. Immediately, powerful lights hummed to life, illuminating the area within. One corner of the warehouse was sectioned off, and the area that was once occupied by humans in the past appeared newly-cleaned and ready for a bot to have a wash, complete with a series of elevated catwalks for additional aid and hoses of varying sizes.

Starscream gawked, processing the sight around him. A part of him was even touched.

“When did you…?”

“I had some help. Now, would you rather me talk or wash?”

Starscream turned to find that Piper already removed her outer clothes, revealing her one piece swimsuit beneath. She continued to prepare, folding and packing her clothes away while the cybertronian eyed her curiously. She grabbed the smallest hose, her pale face tipped with a pinkish hue. Understanding that she was blushing, Starscream grinned a little.

“What?”

He looked away from her, slightly flustered himself.

“N…Nothing at all. Let us begin.”

Transforming and easing himself between the catwalks, Starscream kept all of his sensors focused on Piper as she started the hose. The sensation of water over his wings was refreshing and inviting. He couldn’t help but shudder, releasing a long and low vent. Slowly, Piper sprayed the dust across his armor. To her credit, she was serious about cleaning him, directing her efforts where the grime was thickest and removing it with strong bursts from the hose. From his point of view, it felt like a massage.

Starscream couldn’t lie. He was enjoying himself. From the looks of it, so was Piper. She was careful and diligent, always explaining where she planned to cleanse next so that he could prepare for her touch and attention.

Almost purring as she finished the worst of the dirt from his underside, he was beyond eager when she began to climb the catwalk stairs. It allowed him to receive a perfect look at her from a new angle. Her black swimsuit wrapped nicely around her slender figure, exposing just enough of her fleshy bits, from the sides of her breasts to the curves of her plump thighs she was so insecure about. Everytime she powered the hose, droplets of water bounced back in her direction, causing her body to become damp.

Water rained down on Starscream like a shower, and the relief he felt as the dust and debris washed down the drain was otherworldly. As more of his shiny finish was revealed, he was about to fall deeper into tranquility.

Well, until Piper climbed over a catwalk railing.

"Hang on, I can't get what I need from this angle. I need to get on your wing. Is that okay?”

Starscream paused.

“Yes…that’s quite alright.”

He knew she aimed to be gentle. Gingerly, Piper nodded and set her bare feet on his wing, walking across and hosing him down more efficiently. Starscream remained as motionless as possible, not wanting her to stumble or fall. Still, he couldn’t deny the growing warmth in his spark as she approached him even closer.

The moment she stepped over his cockpit and slid to her knees to straddle the nose of his alt-mode, however, sent a surge of surprise down his frame that was so powerful that he couldn't silence the whine from his engine. Startled, Piper lost her footing and tumbled. Panicked, Starscream transformed instantly and caught her in midair before her hair could even make contact with the ground.

He held her soft body close in his servos, looking her over for any sign of injury. His rounded digits felt the cold surface of her back implants, and he momentarily shuddered. However, he pushed his negative thoughts to the side and sighed.

“Are you alright?”

Piper nodded, blowing a stray hair out of her face.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” She frowned, blushing once more. “I’m sorry. I should have warned you.”

Starscream shook his helm.

“No, no. It’s fine.” He grinned, deciding to make light of the situation. “You clumsy thing. The mighty Spectra I used to know was much…smoother.”

She giggled, a wondrous sound and a good sign.

“Well, would you like me to continue?”

Starscream thought for a moment, holding her close to the cockpit on his chest. He smiled, holding her close and snug against the warmth of his cleansed frame.

“Actually, I believe we’re fine where we are.”

He felt instant reassurance when she hugged his digits in return.

Divider Credit: @/saradika-graphics

#mouseyindulgence #my fics #transformers earthspark #earthspark #tfe #tfe starscream #es starscream #starscream #piper brooks #self insert #self ship #self shipping #suggestive #transformers #maccadam #✈️ unpack your heart 🪶

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briarpatch-kids · 25 days ago

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this is purely curiosity coming from a place of concern, feel free not to answer: does your ventilator filter the air? I imagine you're probably high risk when it comes to covid and I'd also guess that the ventilator kinda defeats any benefit of a mask (do correct me if I'm wrong) so I guess I was just wondering if there's any sort of protection for you against airborne illness?

It does! I have a couple layers of filters on my vent and another weird benefit is that my air comes from behind me instead of in front so if Im face to face with someone we aren't sharing air. I also have a little detatchable piece of plastic on the place where the air I exhale comes out that filters droplets so I don't spread germs either. When I was sick over christmas and had I doctor's appointment, I lost the plastic piece and had to like... try and cram my vent mask into a surgical mask to avoid sharing germs lmao.

A fun little fact is that it also protects me from bad smells sometimes. There needs to be a LOT of smell for it to reach me through the filters. It also protects me from poor air quality.

I got a foam filter for dust and pollen and other big particles like droplets

Next there's the paper filter on the intake port that filters smoke, and i think germs? The foam filter goes on top of it.

Next I have the viral filter that goes on the area where the air comes out of the ventilator and into the tube.

And finally, the exhale filter. Not every mask has one, it's part of the reason I prefer this model specifically. It filters MY germs and diffuses the air so that I don't share either. It's removable so that if you get a moisture problem or it's bothering you in some other way you can just take it off. Its just a bunch of little holes behind the diffuser.

#filters get changed every 2 weeks except the foam filter which is washable

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homeofhousechickens · 6 months ago

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Hii, I saw your Marek's disease post, my cousin has a hen that has this kind of eye but she's ok, she eats, moves and everything, do you maybe know if this type can also evolve and become the most dangerous types like the paralysis? I'll be glad if you can answer and hope you have a great day

There are 5 different "forms" of Mareks and different "strains" of the virus that are more lethal or infectious then others. It's possible for a bird to present with multiple symptoms and forms when they have the disease.

Nerve form- Birds with this form have tumors infiltrate into their peripheral nerves. This causes symptoms like wry neck and sometimes a head tilt. It can also cause a chicken to have a slow crop and have trouble emptying. 20% of birds with this form die

Transient paralysis form - Causes brain edema and ataxia. The bird can have partial paralysis of the neck and legs. Usually, you will see these birds trying to use their wings to get around while falling over a bunch. 30% of birds with this form will die.

Ocular form- The virus replicates in the eye, causing tumors and vision loss. This causes the shape and color of the eye to change. 25% of birds with this form will die.

Skin form- The virus replicates in the skin causing tumor growth and enlarged feather follicles. Usually the location for these is around the head, legs, and vent. The bird will be lumpy and might have wonky feather growth but that's usually it. This form has the lowest mortality rate.

Visceral form- Tumors develop all throughout the body and onto the internal organs. The symptoms will present differently depending on what organs and systems are affected. 60-80% of birds with this form will die.

For chickens with Ocular Mareks they are usually older birds that have a bit of an immunity to the virus which is why their body is able to kind of suppress it but unfortunately the chicken can still have tumor development elsewhere in her body especially if her immune system gets compromised by a different illness like coccidosis or fowl pox.

If your girl has the Ocular form you must assume the rest of your flock has it and it's possible for it to present as the other forms. Mareks can stay dormant in a host for a long time then pop out when the birds immune system is weakened.

For anyone reading this and getting worried..

YOU CAN TEST FOR MAREKS! A lot of people don't know you can test living birds for the disease but it can also be diagnosed via necropsy. Your vet can help you with the testing but you can also do the testing yourself using something like VetDNA.com.

To avoid Mareks you can get your birds vaccinated and only purchase from NPIP certified flocks. The vaccine won't stop the spread of the disease but it can prevent birds from showing symptoms. If you have a mareks positive flock it's important to keep them on your property and dont sell them or show them as they can infect other birds.

Good biosecurity practices are a must and the best way to prevent an outbreak is running a closed flock. No adult or baby birds are added everything is hatched and raised on the property is the ideal. Of course accidents can still happen like if you have a close neighbor with an infected flock. Mareks spreads through the dander so it's important that infected birds don't share air space with non infected birds.

If your birds do have Mareks and you want a flock that isn't infected the best thing to do is either cull your current flock, or wait for them to pass naturally. There are certain cleaners like Rescue and Kennelsol that kill the Mareks virus so you would want to clean all old feeders and waterer with it (or get new ones) and I have seen people say to burn down the old coop as it can be tricky removing the dust from the crevices. Mareks can live in the soil for a long long time but like other viruses you can still work towards sanitizing and decomtaminating the soil.

You can still hatch eggs from Mareks infected birds as the disease doesn't transfer vertically.

Hopefully this is the information you were looking for

#Mareks virus #chicken medical

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escha-ashengrotto · 8 months ago

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Deeply and Hopelessly In Love Part 2

Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Summary: Azul decided to walk you back to Ramshackle Dorm. Before he leaves, you decide to give him something.. which leads to a flustered you and Azul, thinking about your feelings for each other.

Notes: Azul calls you sweetheart. Reader is not Yuu.

Part 1 here!

A repost from my old blog @escha-evenstar. Edited.

It was a cold night and your outfit wasn't helping you. You felt the cool breeze touch your skin as you hugged yourself in an attempt to get warm. Suddenly, you felt something draped on your shoulders. It was a familiar looking grey overcoat. You turned around to face the owner of the clothing who insisted on accompanying you back to your dorm and gazed once more on mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Azul?" you asked in surprise. You weren't expecting this.

"It's freezing," he remarked while removing his scarf. "You might catch a cold."

You felt your heart race a bit faster at the thought of Azul being concerned for you. "But what about you?" You said worriedly.

He started wrapping his scarf around your exposed neck. "I'm alright. Unlike you, I'm more resistant to lower temperatures. And besides-" He smirked. "..you look cute wearing my clothes."

You felt the heat settle on your cheeks. You immediately turned your body away from him feeling embarrassed and briskly walked ahead. "You're such a tease, Azul!" you pouted. He chuckled at your reaction.

"But I'm just being honest. Am I not allowed to speak of such truths, sweetheart?" He said with a teasing grin as he followed after you.

"No! Because you're being... a meanie!" you exclaimed, still blushing and pouting.

"Oh my, you wound me! I just didn't want you to catch a cold and so I decided to lend you my clothes. Though it seems my efforts were not even acknowledged," he sighed as he clutched his chest, looking like he was hurt. "To be called "mean" when I did everything all out of the goodness of my heart."

His words made you think as you stopped on your tracks.

He was just trying to help.

You turned around to face him. You could see the anticipation in his eyes. He knew he got you. Hook, line, and sinker.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it when I called you a meanie." Your own eyes flicking around from his eyes to the surrounding. "And, thank you. I do feel much warmer wearing your clothes. It was very kind of you," you added softly as you gave him a gentle smile.

"How sincere. I accept your apology," Azul said with glee. "Such a nice, sweet girl. You truly are a sweetheart. Though there is something I'd like to ask." Somehow, you could see the mischievousness in his eyes.

"What.. is it?" You asked nervously.

"...is "meanie" the best you could come up with?" And there was his signature smirk again.

Oh, why do you look so handsome even with that smug look on your face?

"Aahhh!! You're such a tease Azul!!" You repeatedly hit on his chest with your hands, though only lightly. Venting out your exasperation.

Azul let out a laugh before holding both of your hands. "As much as I'd like to continue our friendly banter, we mustn't stay outside for too long. Come along now." He released your hands and continued walking.

As you stared onto his retreating form, you couldn't help but think.

Will you always just view me as a friend?

He seemed to notice you weren't following him so Azul glanced back at you. "Is something wrong?"

You were broken out of your daze. "Ah! Sorry." You ran to catch up to him.

Is there a chance for the two of us to be... Much more?

You and Azul soon reached your doorsteps and were just standing outside the main door.

"Thank you for walking me back. Here's your coat and scarf by the way," you said as you gave him back his things. "Thank you for lending them to me."

"You are always welcome, sweetheart," he smiled flirtatiously. You still couldn't fight off the blush dusting your cheeks. "You should go inside now and get some rest. It's been a long day."

"You should rest too, Azul. And please don't do any more work for the night." You knew that as soon as he'd gone back to his dorm, he would starting drafting plans and create new contracts.

Azul chuckled in response. "It seems you saw right through me. I give you my word to not do any work for the night and to get plenty of rest. Would that ease your worries?"

"Yes, very much," you giggled softly. "Thank you again, Azul." You smiled while looking into those beautiful blue orbs. Such mesmerizing eyes. Staring back into your own.

You should have bid him goodnight. You were about to, actually. But you couldn't. You just couldn't. Despite feeling a bit tired, you wanted to stay with him some more. Just for a few seconds. Or maybe a minute? An hour? No. You just..

I don't want to be away from you.

It felt like an eternity. Gazing at each other's eyes. Those blue irises seemed to swallow your vision with his face moving closer to yours. Closer and closer. Until realization struck him and Azul suddenly pulled back.

He paused before clearing out his throat. "I'm sorry. I'll be going now. Goodnight." Azul turned to leave but you immediately held on to his hand. "Wait!" Your body acted before your mind even processed it, surprising the two of you. Still, you weren't letting go.

"Yes?" Azul asked, patiently waiting for your answer.

"Uhmmm.." You were at a loss. You didn't know what to say. You didn't want to let go. But you couldn't just grab onto his hand and say nothing. "You.. uhmm.. forgot something."

"Oh?" He grew curious. He didn't think he forgot anything, but he wondered what you were talking about. "What is it?"

You couldn't find the right words. You just wanted to tell Azul about your feelings for him because at this point, it was all just too much. And if you couldn't find the words, you decided to respond with your actions.

With both hands, you tugged him lower as you stand on your tiptoes to match his height. "Just.. for you," you whisper as you closed your eyes.

Azul was confused. He turned to face you. "Sweetheart, wha-" He didn't get to finish as his lips met in contact with yours.

You only meant to kiss his cheek but you didn't notice Azul turning his head around. When your lips reached for his cheek, you felt his lips instead. Your eyes flew open in surprise, seeing his own pair as surprised as yours, before stepping back and abruptly covering your face with your hand, turning to look away. You felt the blush on your face as you turned red from being so flustered, processing what just happened.

I.. He.. Did we just.. kiss?

"Uh... uhmmm.." You tried to say something. Anything to break the ice, but you were too stunned.

You recalled the feeling of his lips on yours. How cool and soft his lips were. How it felt so nice it made your heart flutter. That kiss.. it was your first kiss. And it was with Azul.

It felt so magical.

You wanted a kiss from him again.

No. Wait. Wait!! I shouldn't think of that right now!! What if he's mad because of what I did? What if he doesn't talk to me anymore? What if he dislikes it But.. It's not like he pushed me away. So.. what if.. maybe.. he didn't actually dislike it? What if.. he feels the same way?

...

No. No, that's not it. Azul doesn't think of me like that. I'm just a friend. Right?

Your mind was overflowing with thoughts so you did what you could. Retreat.

"G-goodnight!" You stuttered as you immediately went inside before locking the door. Your back leaned against the wooden material, before you slid down onto the floor and letting out a sigh.

Aahhh!! Why did you do that Y/N!!

You were still blushing and your heart thumped loudly in your chest. You felt like it was going to pop out of your chest right then and there. You tried to calm yourself down but your mind was engulfed once more with thoughts of Azul.

The first time you met. The day you started to actually become friends. The moment he decided on calling you sweetheart. How he'd let you cling onto his arm. The times you'd cooked and shared a meal together. Every moment you had with Azul. Everything was special to you.

You thought you could hide your feelings away but every interaction just made your heart burn passionately for him even more. Like a star that burns and continues to shine bright at the sky.

This wasn't some simple crush or infatuation.

You already knew.

You were deeply. Hopelessly. In love. With Azul Ashengrotto.

On the other side of the door, Azul was still standing there outside. His thoughts kept coming back to you.

—

"...would that ease your worries?" He asked.

"Yes, very much," you giggled softly.

Your laugh is so beautiful. I want to hear it more.

—

"Thank you again, Azul." You said while smiling.

Your smile is so lovely. So warm. So precious. I'd do anything to see you smile.

—

He was about to bid you a goodnight. He should have. He was supposed to. But...

I want to stay with you.

He wanted to bask in your presence some more. Even with no words spoken, he just wanted to be with you. As he stared into your gorgeous eyes, he found himself moving closer and closer to you. His eyes kept flickering down to look at your soft, pink lips.

How would it feel like to kiss your lips? How would it feel to have your body pressed against mine? How would-

Then his thoughts came to a halt.

But what do I know about your feelings? I'm probably just a friend to you. I don't want to ruin what we have, yet I want us to be more. More than this.

When he turned to leave, he felt himself being pulled back. And you were there again. So, so close. The feeling of your hands in his. The way your chest pressed against his arm as you leaned closer. And as he turned his head, his lips suddenly found yours. He was surprised but it was there. Your lips. On his. It made his cheeks feel warm and the tips of his ears go red. His heart beat so fast. Azul didn't want to let go. He wanted to savor the feeling of your lips some more. If he was to describe his first kiss with you..

It was truly magical.

Then you opened your eyes and he could see how flustered you were as you stepped back.

It was a fleeting moment. Short, but sweet nonetheless. Azul would do anything to kiss you again.

He noticed you were stunned and stuttered as you spoke. Initially, Azul thought that maybe you were disgusted with what happened. With him. But you didn't look like that at all. Flustered? Yes. But disgusted? No. You didn't push him away. You didn't give him mean or condescending looks. You were just shy and you still even tried to talk to him.

Azul began to have hope.

He thought he never stood a chance. Why choose him when you have a flock of students to choose from? People more deserving of you. He knew he wasn't the best candidate person. Although he wasn't doing it anymore, he still tricked a lot of students in school. His merform? He found it hideous. His past? He was weak. Bullied. Isolated. Azul was insecure of himself.

Yet you told him you liked how hardworking and diligent he was. You found him amazing and smart and talented. Despite knowing who really he was, you stuck with him.

Then he recalled what you said to him earlier.

—

"Just.. for you," you whispered.

Just for me? Was it something.. special? Only for me, and no one else?

—

His heart raced faster at the idea. Azul thought you deserved someone better than him. But every day spent with you made his heart grow fonder of you.

The day you first met, falling into his arms. The time that marked the beginning of your friendship. How you'd always cling onto his arm. The peaceful moments you share together while in his office. The day you told him how you truly admired his hardworking self back at the museum.

His feelings kept overflowing. Like a stream. Flowing into a river. Into the sea. And into the vast, wide ocean.

There was no point in hiding anymore. His feelings won't go away.

Because he knew.

Azul knew.

He was deeply. Hopelessly. In love with you.

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